Profundity

Nearly all we do is transitory

Much like many aspects of life

Happiness itself- is oft fleeting  

In its very authentical fashion

From one moment to moments

Chaos only reins in its absence

We are so sensitive to change

To those often-missed nuances

Noticing more the empty voids             

Attributing something outside

Of our own self for love and joy

Oft correlated it to other people

Forgetting we are centrical to it

As both may seek refuge… in us

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Black ice

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Betrayal is an accessibility door

To the core of my vulnerability

The headquarters of all that I am

Where I deduce my truest realities

Where I’m secure in a certainness

My secrets, my fears, my weakness

My trust is nurtured and matured  

A conscious place I may retreat to

From the world at large or at times

When my realm has become ugly

Or that ugliness is now my chaos  

When trust is unexpectedly broken

When my love for another is marred

By a friend proven to be …a stranger

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Nestled

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I bear the scars rented

From misbegotten love

From ten thousand roads

From where I have trodden

By both my body and soul

Where I’ve walked dusty  

Where my lips have thirsted

Where I felt unfulfilled hunger

Where I cloaked in only cold       

Where my heart was broken

Where the darkness reined

When the sun was unrelenting

Where came the nonstop rain    

Where Grace accompanied me

Where I am…for all of my days

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Gambit

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My only sun is broken

Its fire turned direction

And I- but a forest deep   

Its depravity burns harsh  

Its salvation all dried up

And my moon, out of site

Much like a rat’s wheel

My world still churns

For its own amusement

And I- merely a puppet           

The courts seek victims

So, the jesters can play

And all the judges laugh

This was my…life stage

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Sunsets

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I felt a flow of abeyance today

Lingering off the near horizon

In an unexpected conversation

Between implied and inferences

Where notice of frayed teethers

Were being taught a bit tighter

Straining corroding tie points

Aspects feel a tug now and then  

Things age within their lifetime

Just as some lifetimes are shorter

And some become more corroded     

So now, I must prepare- myself     

For razor-sharp words to speak

And a wounded heart to… bleed

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Inevitable

I know I struggled into changes

But I turned around in silence

Broke away from darkness

I bore the tears and scars

Most of which I never earned   

And I know you ignored it

Like it never mattered- at all  

I’ve made my share of mistakes

Some were hard, some simple

But in all that while

I tried to reach out to you

Over and over and again  

Looking for a true connection

Maybe a little understanding  

Looking for your point of view

I apologized for your trivialities   

Oh, what a shame for both of us

You remained too cynical

And you never really knew me

Honestly, from the inside out

Never understood my passion

Showered me with your doubts

I know I never made it easy

But I always left an opening

Cause my love empathized

My love trusted- in you    

It took time to find myself

Tell me, how do I explain

What you’re not hearing

Would any different words

Really change anything- now

You have your harden feelings  

Already carved in stone

You’d rather watch me waste away

Than take time to walk along  

Oh, what a shame, what a shame

I can’t tell you what I need

Knowing your too good at pretending

You refuse to meet me half away

After all these past years

I know what you think I believe

When it’s so far from reality

So, I just accept, that’s your truth

Oh, what a shame, what a shame

You just can’t do the same

I’ll never make you see, otherwise

All this breaks my heart, breaks my eyes

Oh, what a shame, it must hurt

So, I’ll pay that price all by myself

Tell me it doesn’t matter to you, again   

And I’ll remain-unknown…for you  

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Centrical

I’ve flooded my compartments

With knowledge and fiery truths

Befitting my emotions that are

Not mutually interchangeable

Like robotic algorithms or parts  

They’re unique and as intelligent

But under only my full autonomy   

They do not need any modification

Or an iota of foreign philosophies

Nor specious rhetorical gaslighting

They serve me vitally in all functions   

Causal links in a plethora of actions

I’ve fully empowered them to rebel

By any essential means…for my peace

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Inducements

Despite the warnings

Life became caustic

Swallowing me alive  

I somewhat subsist

Beneath the bruises

Where all love dies

And all pain survives

As if it’s taken over

Replaced my purpose

Drowned my last hope

Set my dreams on fire

Blanketing me in chills     

Realizing I lost myself

As I dared to love…you

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Selfies

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There are those- from my past

I’d like to sit and converse with

Casually over mid-day coffees

And cheating on sugarless diets

Speak about our learned lessons

Things we thought we mastered

And those we still haven’t, as yet

Not that we’re too incapable of it

Preset to our cognitive dissonance

That served us well since childhood

Because we know what suits us best     

Maybe quote some antiquated truths

Uninformed they’ve all been rebuffed

Unaware some things…never change

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Unreservedly

I’ve believed, very wholeheartedly

In truth, I still do so, authentically

In all those that I’ve come to love

Even to the perils of my betterment

As I also came to fully comprehend

By many of trials, errors, and scars

I need not love all- of their actions

To love who I felt they really were       

Childishly- as cynics often portray     

To love witnessed vulnerabilities

Love me- however briefly it stayed           

To honestly love is to gift yourself

All you are, even if a humiliated face   

Or acquiescing… to being discarded  

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